Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
Through the Unknown, we'll find the New
I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.
This industry [photography], by invading the territories of art, has become art's most mortal enemy.
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.